Anonymous
Dears, Sandra and Mary, I would like very much to be with you today and tomorrow, but it is not possible. Sandra, I remember you so very well from the days long ago, when I was young, and Helen and Don would always open the door to me and welcome me to join you and your mom and dad, who spent many Sundays there for dinner. You all made me feel so welcome. Every child needs a place like that to go when things get tough at home. You were very pretty and the apple of everyone's eye, as I recall.
Mary, you and I spoke while i was in Florida. Your aunt spoke often of you, and I'm sorry that I will not have the opportunity to meet you.
What a lovely person was Helen! I loved her always. I received a letter from her not long before she became ill. She enclosed her dear brother's obituary from the Cronicle and told me how much she missed him. As always, she apologized for the messy handwritting, saying that her sight was so bad.
I am so pleased that last August,John and I came to town and went to dinner with Helen and my brother, Jerry Sanford, both gone now. Helen spoke then of knowing that she should leave her home and go to some facillity. I am happy that she hadn't done that yet.
For me, she was the last living person with whom I could talk about growing up at 1205 Terrace Street.
I have been married to John Erickson nearly fifty-seven years. We have seven children, six living and one deceased, David, who would be fifty, who took his life twelve years ago. We have sixteen grandchildren. We live in St. Clair, Michigan, where we owned a lovely drug store for forty years.
John joins me in remembering Helen with love and sending our deeoest sympathy to you, Most sincerely, Carol Erickson##imported-begin##Carol Sanford Erickson##imported-end##